Putting The Clouds Behind Me

On this late Morn — the Sun —The clouds — like listless Elephants —Horizons — straggled down —

The Birds rose smiling, in their nests —The gales — indeed — were done —Alas, how heedless were the eyes —On whom the summer shone!

The quiet nonchalance of death —No Daybreak — can bestir —The slow — Archangel’s syllablesMust awaken her! ~ On this long storm the Rainbow rose by Emily Dickinson

No one is a stranger to pain. It is one of the commonalities binding us together as human beings. When I watch the news and see a father grieving over the loss of his children or wife thousands of miles away, my heart grieves with him and prayers from my heart and lips rise to a loving God to bring healing to him. No one is a stranger to pain.

Pain doesn’t have the last word. Suffering doesn’t have the last word. At least not with me. I live in hope-filled expectation, that today will better than yesterday, and tomorrow will be better than today. I place my heart into the hands of a loving God and walk forward, my eyes ever ahead catching sight of a rainbow that is mine.

There is a rainbow waiting for you and your pain will turn into laughter and joy. As the poet Emily Dickinson says, “On this long storm, the rainbow rose.”